what is wanted

its odd isnt it, how we claim we wont settle for the second bests
How we're convinced there's only one specific key that will satisfy that
quiet gloomy empty vessel.. that's right, besides being the home to our hearts..
it craves to be the home of our dreams.

We know dont we, know so well, remembered so well, explain so well
about the key we've found.
Yet we go around and do a little this and that
trying to find something else, for whatever the minute chance's worth
that might somehow fit.

What're we interested in, filling that hole in what we believe is the greatest?
No no, somehow we're lost in the quest of finding something..
something we know doesnt exist, just... the sake of finding.

i guess that's where the fairness is..
having heard the gospel or not doesnt quite play the difference..
still searching arent we, for that elusive... thingy?

hey do you know?

it feels like wrath's coming.. for me.

Our new divide.

So give me reason, to prove me wrong
to wipe this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Across this new divide.

In every loss, in every lie
in every truth you'd deny
And each regret and each goodbye
Becomes a mistake too great to hide

And your voice was all i heard,
"That i get what i deserved"